" Now i feel the gentle hands of death himself. Cold stiff and yet so full of life i dare not resist. Slowly it hit me....the time line marches on like seasons of years to come. The mist of dreams it drifts endlessly. I shall cherish this i feel now..no gods..no masters...just life in a bottle. My place...my home...my burden, no sorrow shall fill my depths full of desolation. Even now as death plunges me within, i shall stand to see what is to become. Maybe a holy land...maybe a wretched fields. So gently i close my eyes and wonder into my dreams....full of pure and wonderous feeling..."
